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Random thoughts on our impending doom and everyday life, courtesy of a Romance Writer who occasionally feels the need to talk like a Sailor.

Sunday, 29 April 2012

Six Sentence Sunday... bad dreams.

Hello and Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday. Another from the Sci-Fi Rom currently getting its butt kicked by way of a structural edit. I like giving people PTSD. Not in real life, in the stories. Any in real life is purely co-incidental and I'm sorry but I did tell you not to look.

So, back to the Six. Don't you love a tortured male? I do. And the woman is his newly assigned wife, fresh off the shuttle. They didn't make a very good first impression on each other...

Cotton sheets clung to him, his body slick with sweat, way too warm. It all felt like a fever dream, only the sickness was in his head, stuck in his memories.

The room was as dark and cold and silent as space. Took him a moment to place the presence of another body on the far side of the bed. Thankfully, the woman was still asleep, curled up on her side, facing away. Any further over and she might fall off the mattress.

So many aspects of this are intriguing-- his waking in such a manner, all feverish, and then the cold distance and tension of the 'woman' in his bed, and the fact that she's an assigned wife? Can't wait to read more!